On Sunday ("we don't go to school"), David saw a pair of women's underwear (lady undie) abandoned at (on?) the RiteAid parking lot. He reported this "find" several times yesterday and today. He may be scarred. This evening I complained that Horace wore a white tee shirt (my least favorite on a man), black or charcoal gym shorts and black socks, pulled up. I said it'd only be worse if he wore old man boxers - thread bare kind.
"I just don't like this outfit," I say. (I always say "just" this, "just" that which is very annoying.)
"Yeah," David inserts.